“All I ever wanted you to do was feel this feeling. Be this way. Exhale the sky.

All you ever did was feel different. Be away. Wash your hands with air.

All I love is a feeling. I still feel this way. I cannot breathe.

I still forget there’s air out there.

I still forget how white hot everything was.

I still forget myself.

There’s nothing wrong with this.

There’s nothing true about this.

There’s nothing.

You were once everything I felt.

You were once everything.

You were, once.

And if love moves like air, then teach me how to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I can remember what you once felt like.” ~I Wrote This For You